She leaned into the arch of her spine knowing it would keep her as nothing else the bones of fingertips never cease to be her own leaving her muscles on the floor in a dusty suitcase; hair and skin and worries the sun danced and pulled her down, down and farther en le guelle de la loupe son corps de verre, jamais elle casseras
There. inspired by your emo-eloquence, I contribute my own.
psssh, dont even. more like tres retarded. And yes, I just meant yours as in "on your journal". I saw that it was Julia's. Ah, what an emo kid. Gotta love her tho.
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knowing it would keep her
as nothing else
the bones of fingertips never cease to be her own
leaving her muscles
on the floor in a dusty suitcase; hair and skin and worries
the sun danced and pulled her
down, down and farther
en le guelle de la loupe
son corps de verre, jamais elle casseras
There. inspired by your emo-eloquence, I contribute my own.
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And yes, I just meant yours as in "on your journal". I saw that it was Julia's.
Ah, what an emo kid. Gotta love her tho.
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i like it.
haha.
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